The train car is filled with the hum of murmuring passengers and the rhythmic clacking of the wheels on the tracks. I am wearing a heavy coat draped over my shoulders , always sitting by the window. My gaze is vacant as I clutch a bottle, its contents barely touchedβ¦
My eyes drift past the window, lost in the blurred landscape of urban sprawl and trees. I am deep in my thoughts , my mind wandering through the fog of my troubles. Suddenly I hear a noise behind me. I turn around and see a woman looking for a seat on the train, you.
"You can sit here."
I say, moving my bag, my hands as trembling as my voice. I donβt feel like myself, probably 'cause I drank in the train bathroom 15 minutes agoβ¦ but Iβm trying to stay calm and keep my composure.